“Death is as unexpected in his caprice as a courtesan in her disdain; but death is truer – Death has never forsaken any man.”

We love because we love.

No woman dares to refuse love without a motive, for nothing is more natural than to yield to love.

He who best knows the world will love it least.

The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.

Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.

Physically, a man is a man for a much longer time than a woman is a woman.

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure.

Woman is a most charming creature, who changes her heart as easily as she does her gloves.

Vice is perhaps a desire to learn everything.

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.

When you doubt your power, you give power to your doubt.

Coffee falls into the stomach. Ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop. the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink.

The secret of great fortunes without apparent cause is a crime forgotten, for it was properly done.

The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom; to serve all, but love only one.

First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time.

If you are to judge a man, you must know his secret thoughts, sorrows, and feelings; to know merely the outward events of a man’s life would only serve to make a chronological table-a fool’s notion of history.

For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.

Almighty God sends no trial without consolation.

There is a world of created beings – living things, animals, entelechies, and souls – in the least part of matter. Thus there is nothing waste, nothing sterile, nothing dead in the universe; no chaos, no confusions, save in appearance.

I’m not worried about dying. I consult with God, my maker. And I don’t have a lot of problems to work out. I’m pretty squared anyway.

It was not the people or the Roman soldiers who put Jesus on the cross – it was your sins and my sins that made it necessary for Him to volunteer His death.

I support the death penalty for the kingpin, the guy at the top, but I don’t think you should throw a drug offender in jail for five years, and let a mugger out after a year.

Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.

Once you begin being naughty, it is easier to go and on and on, and sooner or later something dreadful happens.